Casemates to place the great Artillery, Murther the Foe and saue their walles from breach. When this is learn'd for seruice on the land, By plaine and easie demonstration, Ile teach you how to make the water mount, 3270 3275 That you may dryfoot martch through lakes & pooles, Fenc'd with the concaue of a monstrous rocke, 3280 When this is done, then are ye souldiers, And worthy sonnes of Tamburlain the great. Cal. My Lord, but this is dangerous to be done, We may be slaine or wounded ere we learne. Tam. Villain, art thou the sonne of Tamburlaine, 3285 And fear'st to die, or with a Curtle-axe To hew thy flesh and make a gaping wound? He cuts his arme. 3268 great] greatst 1606 3272 their] the Dyce etc. by the 1606 3281 ye] you 1606 3290 3295 3300 3280 by] 3286 a] the 1592, Rob., Bull. 3289 shot] foot conj. Dyce mingled.. horse] and horse, mangled with shot conj. Mitford: of mingled foot and horse conj. Cunn. 3303 dram] drop 1592, Rob. A wound is nothing be it nere so deepe, 3305 Enchac'd with Diamondes, Saphyres, Rubies 3310 Were mounted here vnder a Canapie: And I sat downe, cloth'd with the massie robe, Whom I brought bound vnto Damascus walles. 3315 Come boyes and with your fingers search my wound, Now my boyes, what think you of a wound? Cal. I know not what I should think of it. Me thinks tis a pitifull sight. Cel. Tis nothing: giue me a wound father. Amy. And me another my Lord. Tam. Come sirra, giue me your arme. 3321 Cel. Here father, cut it brauely as you did your own. 3325 My boy, thou shalt not loose a drop of blood, But then run desperate through the thickest throngs, Dreadlesse of blowes, of bloody wounds and death: My speech of war, and this my wound you see That we haue sent before to fire the townes, Til fire and sword haue found them at a bay. 3340 accursed] cursed 1592 3330 3335 3340 3345 3319 you] ye 1592, Dyce 3342 his] the 1592 Exeunt. That we may tread vpon his captiue necke, Actus 3. Scana 3. Techelles, Theridamas and their traine. Therid. Thus haue wee martcht Northwarde from Tam burlaine, Vnto the frontier point of Soria: And this is Balsera their chiefest hold, Wherein is all the treasure of the land. Tech. Then let vs bring our light Artilery, Soul. Yes, my Lord, yes, come lets about it. Knowing two kings, the friends to Tamburlain, Summon the battell. Captaine with his wife and sonne. Cap. What requier you my maisters? 3350 3355 3360 Ther. Captaine, that thou yeeld vp thy hold to vs. If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlain. 3366 3370 And when we enter in, not heauen it selfe 3375 Tech. Captaine, these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes, 3349 Northwarde] southward conj. Cunn. 3350 point] port 1606, Rob., Cunn. 3356 gold 1590-1606, Rob., Cunn., Bull.: hold Dvce, Wag. 3357 we] we or Bull. 3360 quietly] quickely 1606 3361 friend 1590, 1592 to 1606 3365 do you] do thou 1592 3369 inl That bring fresh water to thy men and thee, Cap. Were you that are the friends of Tamburlain I would not yeeld it: therefore doo your worst. Yet I am resolute, and so farewell. 3380 3385 (Exeunt.) 3390 Ther. Pioners away, and where I stuck the stake, Which til it may defend you, labour low: And few or none shall perish by their shot. Pion. We will my Lord. Exeunt. Tech. A hundred horse shall scout about the plaines To spie what force comes to relieue the holde. 3396 Both we (Theridamas) wil intrench our men, And with the Iacobs staffe measure the height 3400 Will carie full point blancke vnto their wals. Ther. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Where we will haue Gabions of sixe foot broad, 3381 any add. Rob. 3405 3410 (Exeunt.) 3382 quietly] quickely 1606 3383 you the] all you that are 1606 3384 to] of 1592, Rob., Dyce, Bull. 3387 that can] that come Rob.: you can Cunn. 3388 I am] am I 1606 S.D. add. Rob. 3403 into] vnto 1606 3404 gabions conj. Broughton, conj. Coll., Cunn., Bull.: Galions 1590-1606 3411 hold] holds, 1590, 1592 S.D. add. Rob. (Scene 4.) Enter the Captaine with Olympia) his wife Olym. Come good my Lord, & let vs haste from hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe, No hope is left to saue this conquered hold. Cap. A deadly bullet gliding through my side, Lies heauy on my heart, I cannot liue. I feele my liuer pierc'd and all my vaines, Farewell sweet wife, sweet son farewell, I die. 3415 3420 Olym. Death, whether art thou gone that both we liue ? Come back again (sweet death) & strike vs both: One minute end our daies, and one sepulcher 3430 Containe our bodies: death, why comm'st thou not? 3425 3435 Son. Mother dispatch me, or Ile kil my selfe, For think ye I can liue, and see him dead? Giue me your knife, (good mother) or strike home: 3440 Sweet mother strike, that I may meet my father. She stabs him. Olym. Ah sacred Mahomet, if this be sin, Intreat a pardon of the God of heauen, Scene 4] Scene 3 continued 1590-1606, Rob. S.D. Enter the] Enter 1606 orifex] orifice Rob. Olympia add. Dyce 3420 straineth] staineth 1592 |